Look, I like cartoons and shit, but can we get back to the outer space area? I get enough historical context every day of my life while I’m feeding bits of my soul piece by piece to my dissertation on 17th century England.

If the Cosmic Calendar analogy doesn’t make you want to literally shit your pants with a science-punch of perspective to your mind-face, pummeling your brain-dumbs with a space-hammer of truth-pain, then you’re just a dummy.

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is a PhD student in English literature at the University of Minnesota Twin Cities. She is a Minneapolis transplant from Nebraska where she earned two English degrees at UNL before deciding to one-up herself at the U of M. She orders whiskey diets but won’t return it if she’s served a whiskey coke, and usually manages to get about 35% of the questions on Jeopardy right. She owns multiple copies of the complete works of Shakespeare, but not an iPad.